Sometimes I wonder if someone hasn’t secretly replaced my brain with some sort of soft mellon. I’d stick a spoon inside my ear to check but I am afraid that I’d come back with a hunk of a cantaloupe. What a treat. A tasty snack.
I suppose that for some of you this not going to be any sort of revelation. You know who you are. The fine people who write me behind the scenes to tell me how much you love me. That is why I pay the big money to have the nice people in that beat up minivan follow you around town.
Anyway, I seem to have developed a problem with spelling. I don’t know what or why, but lately I keep screwing up simple words. It is a bit disconcerting as I have never had a problem with this. In fact spelling was always something that I considered to be a strength. Just ask my junior high English teacher Mrs. Hackleshmackle and she’ll confirm it.
If I was as neurotic as a crazy Australian couple I know I might be concerned that I have developed some sort of neurological condition. Fortunately I am not, so I’ll attribute this to excessive stress.
In the meantime I am going have to hoap dat I wemember to use the spelcheker.